Rough Draft

Fight the fight alone,
When the world is full of victims.
Dims a fading light,
In our souls.

"How you doing, my friend? Oh hey there, SSDD. How 'bout you?"

"Right back atcha. SSDD."

How right that phrase is, how absolutely right. And here I was searching for a way to describe my holidays, and there you have it. SSDD.

Been reading this book titled "Dreamcatcher" and I don't know how to describe it, cause there'd be a million ways to. So I'll skip the description part, and when I do finish the book, I'll just give it a rating of some sort. One thing about the book would be that phrase you've got up there, something which is currently very applicable.

I caught Step Up with my old friends on Monday, namely those from my ex-primary school. It's still a wonder that we keep in touch, much less go out together still and I'm glad of it.

Step Up is a wonderful movie, surreal and yet realistic. Like a dream motioned together in the real world, it was what I had dared dream of a few months back. It'd be beautiful to choreograph dance steps together with your life partner, performing together with him/her on life biggest stage. I know, yeah, imagine me dancing and you'd probably laugh your ass off but I really thought of trying to pick up this form of art. Because of a certain someone, I had dreamt, and because of a certain someone, this dream, it was short-lived.

So anyway, Step Up was worth the seven bucks I paid for it. Being the rock/metal-hungry guy that I am, hip-hop appealed to me for once. Maybe it's the blues setting in, so I'll take whatever that comes at me. I really like Tyler Gage alot, and I love his hometown, where you have all the alleys and backyard courts. It's sort of the life I want to live right now (besides the cabin in the woods), where life is lonesome and there's just one good buddy of yours and you're shooting hoops all day long. And like a dream come true, you're able to fulfill doing what you're good at and poof!, the girl of your life appears just like that, the end, curtains down, round of applause.

Oh, by the way,
Happy Birthday, Junle.

Went looking for jobs in three places today and with the cursed luck that had been bugging me this few weeks, it was no surprise I ended with more application forms and zilch calls. Tomorrow, I'm going to once again drag myself out the house to look for dumb jobs that never do exist, for whatever reason, beats me too.

Yeah man. Same shit, different day.

Replies to tags:

Fiona: Hey there, I do hope you come back soon even though you won't see this. Haha, I badly need to talk to you.

Deborah: Hey hello. So I guess communication's cut for the rest of december? Aww. ):

Sarah: Oh, now I know. By the way, which Sarah are you?

posted by cigarettelove @ 8:42 AM